Nobody knew who he was, a man alone in atower. He shot everyone the end. Or was it??????? I had to know who he was, so I googled him. DAN FISHER
pat Kelly
The world towers over me. It only wants to strip me of my wings, my freedom. Don’t become like me. Don’t let the world take away your wings.
Remember, our only salvation when pushed over the edge is to fly.
Mizu
towering over me. watching me. wanting me. He can have me any second, he’s so much stronger. I wouldn’t deny. He is tall, dark, sexy. He is towering over me, by almost a foot. I buy heels, so I can reach his lips. All I want to do is kiss him while standing flat on my feet. I want him to not tower over me, I want to be equal. Equal.
Cat
There was a tower that had a fair and beloved maiden trapped int he top of that tower. It was a beautiful tower with a beautiful maiden and was surrounded by a moat. A moat filled with alligators. The alligators were ferocious and fierce. I cannot imagine
Joy
Tower, large white pillars and immense columns. It hovered imposingly over me, casting an eerie shadow on the bright summer day. I gulped, nervously wiping my hands on my jeans. I didn’t want to go in there, and from the looks of it whatever was in there didn’t want me either. It was a terrifying sight, although it seemed so innocent, gleaming white against the blue sky.
Sarah
it has lots of window there are many kends of towers the ut tower the eiffle tower much like castles very pretty
ella
“You tower over me”
Yeah. I know. I am awkwardly tall for a girl of my age. But, would you mind not pointing it out? I have realized by now that I am 6 inches taller than any girl in my class. A happy 5’10 at 12 years old. Thanks.
Oh and no. I don’t play basketball.
Rose
I will stand at the top of this tower, look down at you, and wish we were the same.
Cal
I will stand at the top of this tower, look down at you, and wish we were the same.
Cal
The man looked up at the sky. The newest tower was breaking the city skyline, casting its great shadow over his small home. With a sigh, he turned away. He could no longer remember a day without the corporate world taking over, killing his childhood day by day.
jazmyn
Sometimes towers seem to hover in front of you, “tower” over you, as the saying goes. A lot of times I seem to think they’re so much sturdier than everyone around me. People can be cruel, heartless, or warm and welcoming. But towers are always standing tall, without emotion. So much more stable than many of us humans wandering around a crowded city at a strange time of night.
Scythe42
I’ve always wanted to live in a tower, or even a turret. Someplace high up and remote, where I can look out from the window and see so much more than I can from my second-story room. Towers always seem like they belong in a fairy tale; they just look (and sound!) so dramatic. Of course, the actual walk up to the tower – let alone getting anything up one of those winding staircases – would be a problem.
Anastasia
There was once a tower that housed a princess. She wasn’t the fairest, prettiest, or even rich. She was just there and no one knew why. She’d been there for many generations, never aging. He father had build the tower when he was a prince. Before that, there were no towers in the village. Now there were towers everywhere. They disguised where the princess was kept. No one knew which tower she lived in. But every night at midnight, the villages could hear singing from the meadow of towers. They all echoed off each other and sang a sad song.
Tashia Taylor
The tower trees. They are nothing. I climb – limb by limb of body and tree. Up and Up I go and when I get to the top I realize that the only things left to climb are the sky-scrapers.
Kara
there was a tower, it was very tall, and falling apart. it was struck with lightening one day and exploded, showering the village below with stones. it was like snow. it wouldve been beautiful if it wasnt destructive. The tower was never rebuilt.
Erin
Tower. Tower, Tower. Towers. Many of them, all jutting out of the sides of the mountains, boxing her in as she sat on the courthouse’s steps, waiting for her mother to pick her up.
Suwa
towers are thin and tall like the stretches of our imaginations. reaching towards the sky in hopes of reaching another, better place. We gaze up at them in wonder, we bring them down with hesitation, towers are iii
Bridget Riley
The Dark tower was an excellent book. makes me think of 911 though, but stepen king is an awesome author and wrote it way befoe 911
Becky Schmidt
“There must be some kind of way out of here,” said the joker to the thief.
I miss the light at the top of the mountain. I miss looking at it, wishing at it. It looks so much like a star when we’re on the track at night.
r.a.
I did a tarot spread about you and got the tower. Flames sprouted like flowers from the top. And. I thought, you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
hannah
the twin towers. how sad that i just thought about that. i also thought about princesses which made me think of princess and the pea and my roomate keeps talking to me even though im not responding oh back to the tower then it makes me think of the leanig tower of pizza thats not how you spell it but thats what i think
kelsey Jezierski
A tugboat is a tower — isn’t it?
Joseph Leff
“See those concrete towers by the road?”
I press my face against the car window. Thin glass between me and a nation whose realities I don’t grasp yet.
“They’re made to be pulled down and crash into pieces in the road to prevent Northern tanks from entering the city.”
Dianne
The tower can symbolize many things. The tower that watches over and protects me: Dad. The tower that leads me in the right direction: God. The tower that crumbles while I’m in it, crushing me and killing any chances of survival: Noah Aden. The tower can be my best friend and my worst enemy.
Alicia
The tower was higher than anything I had ever seen before in my life. “We have to make it all the way to the top of it?” I asked my father with a tone of amazement. “Yup,” he replied and smiled “and the elevator isn’t working either.”
Mark Yuhas
The tower stood in the country, alone and dying. The stones were covered in vines, the tower itself filled with rotten wood and animal carcasses. John stood at what was once a doorway and wept. She was gone.
Marie
So many people tower over me. Not in physical size, rather, in emotional strength. It’s comforting.
Lizette
Standing as tall as a tower. My confidence is soaring! Until a new day comes along and brushes me by. No time to look through the windows of this tall tower. Only time to move on.
Meghan
Most of my friends tower over me. Some days I like being short and some days notsomuch. I feel taller than I am and I think that is what really matters I think. I’m working on feeling like a friendly GIANT.
Laura
Towers are bold things aren’t they? Looming over us, judging those who pass beneath their grandeur, surely this hierarchy is based on height.
Edward Cebollero
In a sudden, swift motion the tower came crashing down. The symbol of strength, of hope, of tranquility, of scholarship crashed and shattered into thousands upon thousands of pieces. Splinters of wood, shards of glass, cracked stone slabs, burning study papers — years of work, years of memories, all gone with the flick of a wand.
It was utterly criminal.
Those who had been perverted, inhabited the highest ranks of society though were the lowest moral scum, were even worse.
Gabi
The tower in the courtyard was surrounded by others in their finery, and they all seemed intent on looking as disinterested as possible in the arriving envoys. Together, they might have numbered two dozen, but it seemed like far more when they were constrasted against the darker clothing and hair of the outsiders.
samantha
IT’s a tall thing, long and skinny. NOmstly metal, but sometimes it’s almost skin like in it;s shiney greyness. How tall, to scratch the sky, streaking the clouds with its grey. Scratching deep enoough to let the rain out. and all our wet selves stare up into the steel grey stabbing the slate grey sky.
Kelly
She towered above him. She towered above everything. At 14 years old she was the tallest girl in her class and self conscious about it in every way. “How will I ever get a boyfriend if I’m always taller than the boys in my class?”
Molly
it stands erect in the far bank.
I wade across the knee high river, through the brush and finally arrive. What is it I see? Harpies descending from the highest window towards my heart. Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out the bible. The talons pierce the cross on the cover.
Jack Ruby
tower. the princess’ tower. where she is locked and can’t get out. she will die in that tower. no prince will come get her. fate has come and the fairy tale is ended. wait, this is not a fairy tale. it is a death of a princess locked in a tower, who is no more.
erin
Towers are cool. Towers are also big. I want to stand on top of a tower and look at the people below and see little ant people. That’s something I would enjoy. Maybe I could even do the whole squishing people’s heads with your fingers thing. That would indeed be fun. Wonder
Nisha
i would hate to live in a tower, how many stairs would that be? that freaking sucks, i want an apartment, ill get a house if i want a family.
jean-luc
The Tower Commission was set up by Ronald Reagan during the Iran-Contra Scandal. It was led by 3 man commission and included the senate. It was used to investigate the Iran Contra Scandal by the Reagan Admin.
Hassan
a tall building shooting though the sky. It makes me think of High Tower from, I believe, the police academy movies. I guess I am just not as poetic in my writing asI should be. Towers are great because when you jump off you have time to regret your decision before you splat
Nobody knew who he was, a man alone in atower. He shot everyone the end. Or was it??????? I had to know who he was, so I googled him. DAN FISHER
The world towers over me. It only wants to strip me of my wings, my freedom. Don’t become like me. Don’t let the world take away your wings.
Remember, our only salvation when pushed over the edge is to fly.
towering over me. watching me. wanting me. He can have me any second, he’s so much stronger. I wouldn’t deny. He is tall, dark, sexy. He is towering over me, by almost a foot. I buy heels, so I can reach his lips. All I want to do is kiss him while standing flat on my feet. I want him to not tower over me, I want to be equal. Equal.
There was a tower that had a fair and beloved maiden trapped int he top of that tower. It was a beautiful tower with a beautiful maiden and was surrounded by a moat. A moat filled with alligators. The alligators were ferocious and fierce. I cannot imagine
Tower, large white pillars and immense columns. It hovered imposingly over me, casting an eerie shadow on the bright summer day. I gulped, nervously wiping my hands on my jeans. I didn’t want to go in there, and from the looks of it whatever was in there didn’t want me either. It was a terrifying sight, although it seemed so innocent, gleaming white against the blue sky.
it has lots of window there are many kends of towers the ut tower the eiffle tower much like castles very pretty
“You tower over me”
Yeah. I know. I am awkwardly tall for a girl of my age. But, would you mind not pointing it out? I have realized by now that I am 6 inches taller than any girl in my class. A happy 5’10 at 12 years old. Thanks.
Oh and no. I don’t play basketball.
I will stand at the top of this tower, look down at you, and wish we were the same.
I will stand at the top of this tower, look down at you, and wish we were the same.
The man looked up at the sky. The newest tower was breaking the city skyline, casting its great shadow over his small home. With a sigh, he turned away. He could no longer remember a day without the corporate world taking over, killing his childhood day by day.
Sometimes towers seem to hover in front of you, “tower” over you, as the saying goes. A lot of times I seem to think they’re so much sturdier than everyone around me. People can be cruel, heartless, or warm and welcoming. But towers are always standing tall, without emotion. So much more stable than many of us humans wandering around a crowded city at a strange time of night.
I’ve always wanted to live in a tower, or even a turret. Someplace high up and remote, where I can look out from the window and see so much more than I can from my second-story room. Towers always seem like they belong in a fairy tale; they just look (and sound!) so dramatic. Of course, the actual walk up to the tower – let alone getting anything up one of those winding staircases – would be a problem.
There was once a tower that housed a princess. She wasn’t the fairest, prettiest, or even rich. She was just there and no one knew why. She’d been there for many generations, never aging. He father had build the tower when he was a prince. Before that, there were no towers in the village. Now there were towers everywhere. They disguised where the princess was kept. No one knew which tower she lived in. But every night at midnight, the villages could hear singing from the meadow of towers. They all echoed off each other and sang a sad song.
The tower trees. They are nothing. I climb – limb by limb of body and tree. Up and Up I go and when I get to the top I realize that the only things left to climb are the sky-scrapers.
there was a tower, it was very tall, and falling apart. it was struck with lightening one day and exploded, showering the village below with stones. it was like snow. it wouldve been beautiful if it wasnt destructive. The tower was never rebuilt.
Tower. Tower, Tower. Towers. Many of them, all jutting out of the sides of the mountains, boxing her in as she sat on the courthouse’s steps, waiting for her mother to pick her up.
towers are thin and tall like the stretches of our imaginations. reaching towards the sky in hopes of reaching another, better place. We gaze up at them in wonder, we bring them down with hesitation, towers are iii
The Dark tower was an excellent book. makes me think of 911 though, but stepen king is an awesome author and wrote it way befoe 911
“There must be some kind of way out of here,” said the joker to the thief.
I miss the light at the top of the mountain. I miss looking at it, wishing at it. It looks so much like a star when we’re on the track at night.
I did a tarot spread about you and got the tower. Flames sprouted like flowers from the top. And. I thought, you were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
the twin towers. how sad that i just thought about that. i also thought about princesses which made me think of princess and the pea and my roomate keeps talking to me even though im not responding oh back to the tower then it makes me think of the leanig tower of pizza thats not how you spell it but thats what i think
A tugboat is a tower — isn’t it?
“See those concrete towers by the road?”
I press my face against the car window. Thin glass between me and a nation whose realities I don’t grasp yet.
“They’re made to be pulled down and crash into pieces in the road to prevent Northern tanks from entering the city.”
The tower can symbolize many things. The tower that watches over and protects me: Dad. The tower that leads me in the right direction: God. The tower that crumbles while I’m in it, crushing me and killing any chances of survival: Noah Aden. The tower can be my best friend and my worst enemy.
The tower was higher than anything I had ever seen before in my life. “We have to make it all the way to the top of it?” I asked my father with a tone of amazement. “Yup,” he replied and smiled “and the elevator isn’t working either.”
The tower stood in the country, alone and dying. The stones were covered in vines, the tower itself filled with rotten wood and animal carcasses. John stood at what was once a doorway and wept. She was gone.
So many people tower over me. Not in physical size, rather, in emotional strength. It’s comforting.
Standing as tall as a tower. My confidence is soaring! Until a new day comes along and brushes me by. No time to look through the windows of this tall tower. Only time to move on.
Most of my friends tower over me. Some days I like being short and some days notsomuch. I feel taller than I am and I think that is what really matters I think. I’m working on feeling like a friendly GIANT.
Towers are bold things aren’t they? Looming over us, judging those who pass beneath their grandeur, surely this hierarchy is based on height.
In a sudden, swift motion the tower came crashing down. The symbol of strength, of hope, of tranquility, of scholarship crashed and shattered into thousands upon thousands of pieces. Splinters of wood, shards of glass, cracked stone slabs, burning study papers — years of work, years of memories, all gone with the flick of a wand.
It was utterly criminal.
Those who had been perverted, inhabited the highest ranks of society though were the lowest moral scum, were even worse.
The tower in the courtyard was surrounded by others in their finery, and they all seemed intent on looking as disinterested as possible in the arriving envoys. Together, they might have numbered two dozen, but it seemed like far more when they were constrasted against the darker clothing and hair of the outsiders.
IT’s a tall thing, long and skinny. NOmstly metal, but sometimes it’s almost skin like in it;s shiney greyness. How tall, to scratch the sky, streaking the clouds with its grey. Scratching deep enoough to let the rain out. and all our wet selves stare up into the steel grey stabbing the slate grey sky.
She towered above him. She towered above everything. At 14 years old she was the tallest girl in her class and self conscious about it in every way. “How will I ever get a boyfriend if I’m always taller than the boys in my class?”
it stands erect in the far bank.
I wade across the knee high river, through the brush and finally arrive. What is it I see? Harpies descending from the highest window towards my heart. Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out the bible. The talons pierce the cross on the cover.
tower. the princess’ tower. where she is locked and can’t get out. she will die in that tower. no prince will come get her. fate has come and the fairy tale is ended. wait, this is not a fairy tale. it is a death of a princess locked in a tower, who is no more.
Towers are cool. Towers are also big. I want to stand on top of a tower and look at the people below and see little ant people. That’s something I would enjoy. Maybe I could even do the whole squishing people’s heads with your fingers thing. That would indeed be fun. Wonder
i would hate to live in a tower, how many stairs would that be? that freaking sucks, i want an apartment, ill get a house if i want a family.
The Tower Commission was set up by Ronald Reagan during the Iran-Contra Scandal. It was led by 3 man commission and included the senate. It was used to investigate the Iran Contra Scandal by the Reagan Admin.
a tall building shooting though the sky. It makes me think of High Tower from, I believe, the police academy movies. I guess I am just not as poetic in my writing asI should be. Towers are great because when you jump off you have time to regret your decision before you splat